It don't really matter to me,
baby you believe
what you want to believe.
Because it really doesn't matter. This is just an endless circle of disapproval and victimization. We're all humans, do you realize? All perfectly capable of mistakes, all perfectly succeptable to ill-fate. Maybe you truly don't see it or maybe you just shove it away. There's a great allure in demeaning others to draw the spotlight away from you. This is merely an assumption, not an assertion. To each his own I cannot claim to know anything. No one can. No one, and God forbid, that means you too.
I feel like somewhere along my life there was a shift. Suddenly nothing was for fun any more, it was all necessary. Suddenly I'm bothering with what others think, afraid to link any connotations I deem negative to my being. Why do I care what people I've never met, who'll forget they ever saw me, think of me; this obscure stranger in their peripherals. It's a warped sense of mind and place, seeing the space around me in my mind's made up ways. So I stray away from everyone, isolating myself unwittingly, turning them against me. Self fulfilling prophecies, I succeed in creating this reality. I need to break free from my mind's mentalities, with which negativity has propelled me. So I've started a new sport. I call it neighborhood night dancing. Donning headphones and heading out alone to the empty streets as the city sleeps, and moving to the beat. Letting it compel me towards a freedom long gone missing. Letting go is an art. Complete release is a tough ...
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